Title: Perpetual

Pairing: Sterek, Stiles/Derek

Warnings: M/M, mature situations

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Part 2

Stiles sat leaning against a tree as large flakes of glistening white floated down around him. It was still light outside, so he was sure that it was still pretty early in the afternoon; but his skin had long grown numb. He was no longer itchy as his skin tried to adjust to the cold and now he was more or less comfortably drifting in and out of thought. Just a few feet from the bark of the tree stood a small headstone with an intricate cursive scrawled across it.

Loving, Understanding, Giving Mother - Darling, Caring, Missing Wife

The words stood out darkly against the pale granite, words that Stiles read repeatedly in his head. They were chosen to describe how Claudia had treated each of them separately. Chosen out of spite that she had given her life doing something that Stiles had enjoyed. His eyes ran over the words again as he rested his head against the trunk of the tree. John could never see passed that.

Above him the sky continued to darken and only when it was nearly dark did he rise from his place. He took one last look at the granite stone and smiled softly, blowing a kiss in its direction. Then without looking back, he began to make his way through the familiar cemetery; heading back to where he had parked his jeep. The fresh snow had covered his footsteps from his walk into the gated property and now he was making fresh ones on his way out.

As he stepped onto the sidewalk he closed the waist high gate behind him, just the way that he'd found it. It wasn't a private cemetery, not that he wouldn't have right to go on it, as the gate was just a bit of a fashion statement. There was a safer, none threatening feel to the place; almost beautiful and Stiles knew that it was only because the owner took care of the land.

He stepped onto the street carefully and hauled himself up into the cab of his jeep, revving it to life and pulling out. There was no reason to turn on the heat, knowing that it would set his skin on fire and cause him to itch like mad. Stiles simply turned on the radio and let the soft sounds of the alternative rock music fill his Jeep. He easily navigated the back streets of Beacon Hills, taking short cut after short cut on his way home.

For blocks the streets blended together until he broke out of the back alleys and hit main street with a sharp right turn. He pulled to a stop at a red light just in front of the police station and with nothing but a quick glance he found that his father was still there. A small pecking sound caught his attention and he looked out of the passenger side window to find Isaac staring in at him.

He leaned across the seats and unlocked the door. Without prompting, Isaac slid into the passenger seat while slamming the door shut behind him. He huddled into the leather, crossing his arms as he scrunched his neck. Stiles finally turned the nob controlling the air and cranked the heat on high. Appreciative blue eyes met his and Stiles simply nodded as he pressed the gas when the light turned green.

"What are you up to Isaac? Walking around in the cold by yourself?" It was the first time that he had said a word to the boy since that morning. For a while the younger just sat silently, staring out the windshield and unconsciously leaning towards the vents to soak up as much heat as possible. Even as they reached the outskirts of the town and Stiles turned onto the county road that would lead to his subdivision.

Next to him he heard a sigh escape the boy and his eyes flickered over before he focused on the road once more. "I didn't have much else to do." There was the silent or somewhere to go, and Stiles sat up straighter in his seat. He had never known much about Isaac other than the fact that Derek changed him to save the boy from his bastard of a father. His chest ached; at least John just abandoned him emotionally.

The man that Isaac had for a father had been an abusive asshole and even though Scott had been furious with Derek's actions, Stiles knew that it had been for the best. It had been the same with Erica, who could have died from her medical condition. Then with Boyd, as he knew that the boy would have eventually fallen to depression with the way that his family and people in general ignored him. They were all better off with Derek.

Speaking of, Stiles sighed. "Where have you been staying? With Derek?" Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Isaac nod and put his hands up to the warm air still pumping from the vents. The still cool skin under Stiles too thin clothes began to itch slightly, but he ignored it in favor of keeping his attention on Isaac. He waited patiently for him to speak again.

Isaac was one to think over his words multiple times before speaking. His fingers gripped the steering wheel harshly; something that Isaac would have had to learn with that thing as a father. When you have the chose of watching your words or getting beaten, you choose the first option. "I've been at the warehouse. Derek travels back and forth, with the Hale house."

Everything seemed to fall together and a frown marred Stiles face as he made a note to speak with Derek soon. He knew that the warehouse had been abandoned for years and that it lacked not only air control, but also electricity and running water. Isaac must have been using the school showers for months. It must have not been much of a problem until it started to get cold out. "Why don't you come in and have dinner? I haven't eaten yet."

The Jeeps wheels squished against the concrete driveway as he pulled in and shut it off. He turned to Isaac, who was already watching him, and flashed a friendly smile before getting out and walking up the sidewalk to the porch. Behind him there was the sound of another car door slamming and he unlocked the front door just as Isaac appeared behind him, eyeing the surroundings and house curiously.

It was then that he remembered that no one other than Scott and Derek had seen his house. "This is the living room, you don't have to kick off your shoes." Isaac stopped toeing off his sneakers at the information and just followed Stiles passed the stairs. They went through the archway into the kitchen, "You can sit there while I cook." The boy sat in one of the bar stools, watching quietly as the older dropped his book bag in one of the table chairs.

"You know how to cook?" The simple question nearly caught Stiles off guard, but he caught himself and grinned in response with a quick nod. He began to pull different ingredients out of the cabinets and fridge, making a small pile on the counter in front of Isaac. From what Isaac could tell, it would be something to do with Mexican food. "Are we having burritos?"

A laugh cut through the silence as Stiles finished laying his assortment of salsas out, "We're going to have fajitas. You like those?" Isaac nodded in that way of his, with a crooked smile flashing brightly. Stiles returned the smile and went about frying up the meat with vegetables. When everything was seared and seasoned, he dumped it all onto one large plate and sat it on the bar.

After retrieving two glasses with ice and a two liter of coke, he sat in the bar stool across from Isaac and motioned for him to dig in. They feasted on the fajitas and devoured the chips and salsa. "This is better than an restaurant that I've had." Shock coursed through him as Stiles' eyes flashed up to Isaac. It seemed that the boy had said the words more to himself and with a small grin, he just continued eating.

There was a companionable silence that stayed between them and for the first time in a while, Stiles felt like he didn't need to talk a lot to gain the attention he subconsciously desired. When Isaac slowed his eating until he was finished he immediately stood, beginning to put away all of the things away into the cabinets that Stiles had taken them from. "You don't have to do that Isaac!"

Stiles protesting was ceased by the almost warm look that Isaac sent him, "You just fed me. I don't mind." It was a look that Stiles can't ever remember being on the receiving end of. The look was almost...appreciation. Leaning back into his chair in acceptance, he finished off the last of his food just as Isaac sat back down in front of him. "Stiles..." Isaac cut off for a moment before taking a breath, "Do you have movies?"

As Stiles thought over the deeper meaning of the question, he nodded. "Plenty, you want to stay and watch one? I could use the company." The offer hung between them until Isaac nodded and Stiles laughed. "Great! I have like a ton on a rack in the living room. Why don't you go choose one and I'll grab us a drink?" There was a short nod and a poorly hidden smile before the boy disappeared through the archway.

Putting his hands on the bar, Stiles took in a small breath and sighed. It may have been for the best, but Isaac was obviously lacking something very important now that he was a werewolf; a family environment. He thought to himself to talk to Derek again before he grabbed two bottles of water and made his way into the living room. Isaac was sitting in the middle of the couch, a movie case lying on the coffee table.

300 beamed up at him from the case and he gave a smirk as he put it into the DVD player under the TV. "Good choice! This movie rocks!" After flicking of the lights to darken the room, he grabbed the remote off of the table and pressed play. He sank onto the couch beside Isaac, leaning into the armrest. He felt more than saw Isaac lean over too as he propped his feet up on the table.

Scenes of the movie flashed by and honestly Stiles couldn't remember actually watching the film; instead having been watching Isaac closely out of the corner of his eyes. The boys body melded further and further into his side until they were meshed together, with Isaac's head resting on his shoulder. Harsh sounds of violence came from the flickering TV and finally Stiles' eyes found the screen.

The Spartans inevitably fell against the Persians and as the soldier with one eye began to speak, his own mouth began to lip-sync the words. As the ten thousand charged the Persian empire, the screen faded to epic music and reeling credits. Even as the movie was over, the body lying against his eyes never moved. He glanced down, expecting to find that Isaac had fallen asleep; but when he looked, the boy was staring up at him.

"Hey..." Stiles almost whispered, unsure of what to say in a situation like this. This was the first time that he and Isaac had ever really corresponded. It had been a nice time, but the boy wasn't the most vocal and Stiles was near hard pressed to see what he was thinking. After a moment, a genuine smile was bestowed on him as Isaac shifted until his nose was literally running along Stiles' neck.

Every muscle in his body had tensed up before he realized that Isaac was simply burrowing his face into his shoulder. His arms slowly wrapped loosely around the boys shoulder, allowing him to get closer. Thoughts whizzed through his head, adding up explanations as to what the hell was happening. Then Isaac nuzzled the side of his neck one last time before leaning back and standing from the couch.

Stiles hands were taken and he was pulled gently to his feet as well; watching as Isaac made sure he was steady before walking towards the door. Before Stiles could say anything those impossibly blue eyes met his, "Thank you." The door was then pulled opened, allowing a chilly breeze to rush in. Isaac was half way out the door before he looked back with that small smirk, "And, Happy Birthday Stiles."

The lock clicked shut as Stiles was left standing in the middle of his living room, trying to think of a logical reason as to what just occurred. His neck still tingled from the contact from Isaac and his fingers found the place, running over it gently. Finally as to not give himself an aneurism, Stiles sighed and retrieved his book bag before heading upstairs. What he needed was a good nights sleep.